A Mothers Love
Chapter One
Percy First Person POV
It was just another normal day when I woke up that morning. I made my way out of my room, and towards the kitchen. Sally Jackson, my mother was still asleep since she had worked a late shift at the candy store she was employed at. I took a quick peak into her room, just to check up on her.
She was sleeping soundly. I smiled and continued towards the kitchen where I made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. It was hard to believe it had been two months since I had saved Olympus and the city of Manhattan from Kronos' army. I shook my head and turned to a lighter subject. I was headed to my favorite place in the whole world to help supervise the reconstruction: Camp Half-blood.
I finished my breakfast, took a quick shower, and grabbed a decent set of pants. On my way out I double checked my pocket for my trusty ball point pen Riptide and headed out. Completely unaware that the real fun would be when I got home that night.
Aphrodite Third Person POV
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh." Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, and most importantly in her opinion, all things sex related, groaned in absolute boredom. It was like the entire world had decided to not engage in the primal urge to copulate for the day.
She sat on her large bed in her room on Olympus, flicking through all the channels on her many monitors, looking for some kind of action. After a few moments of pointless searching, Aphrodite felt a piece of essence being pulled somewhere for Fun Time. Much like Dionysus, a piece of Aphrodite's essence was summoned whenever someone was having "fun".
She grinned and prepared to zap to whoever was in the mood. "Finally, some soul out there wants some action as much as I do."
Sally Jackson Third Person POV (about an hour before our scene with Aphrodite)
Sally had been cleaning her son's room on her day off when it happened. She was picking up and folding a few of Percy's shirts when she found one of his older camp shirts. Holding it up in front of her, Sally looked around to make sure nobody was watching.
Once she was sure she was alone, she sat on her son's bed and with one hand she held Percy's shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply. It still smelled of him. With a deep sigh, her free hand teased at the crotch of her jeans. Checking her watch, she made sure she would have enough time before her son got back.
Stripping every piece of clothing off as fast as she could, Sally lied back in Percy's bad and started fingering her wet pussy, moaning the name of the one person she ached for more than anyone else, "Oooooh, Percy."